Whatever that means
Aye, he’s eight on Thursday and gets his own bedroom, after being forced to share with Ellen. The room’s always been there but we felt it was good for them to share so they’d learn to, well, share. But he’s a big boy now so it’s time for him to go his own way and make a life for himself on the other side of the bathroom. So that’s what I’ve done today – buy and then lay the flooring, move out all the bits of junk of mine that have been stored in there and get it organised for him. I might still need to move my guitars out but we share the amp (his half-size electric, modelled by Ellen here, is hidden by the other bed). It’s nice and tidy just now but that’s only because all his shit is still in the room where his poor abandoned wee sister is crying herself to sleep.